*flail*
Two drabbles and a rant!
I am still alive, guys!
Exhausted and exasperated, yes, but also alive.
NaNo is slowly suffocating me to death, I need to go do that now, but I cannot wait for November to be over so I can return to the land of fic. I miss... just... everything. Writing for no reason. I almost quit today. I really did. And two things stopped me. And now I will mention them. (Don't worry, if you suffer through my mini rant, you'll get to two drabbles. So let me rattle off my sleep deprived thoughts!)
I went on my gmail at work. And I was feeling pretty crumby. And I had some pointless stuff, but there was one email that was vaysh11 's awesome complimentary friend request thingy. That was awesome so see and just lifted my mood so much. And there was one email that was one of the NaNo Pep Talk thing that they send every couple days. And I read it and I just burst out crying at my desk. Just sobbing. So. In conclusion, I'M SO TIRED, but I'm still working on NaNo. I am going to finish! I hope.
But I miss writing fanfic without it being a hasty, rushed thing. So here are my two ldws entries for this week, and then I will disappear again.
I miss my flist. *sobs*
Now, FINALLY. There is ASS and Snarry ahead!
Title: Back Off
Author: scarysnapey
Summary: Oh, Teddy Lupin has no idea what he's gotten into. Al is taken, and Scorpius is mad.
Warnings: Language
A/N: Oh my gosh, when I wrote this, it was originally going to be a girl, and I almost forgot to change all the Pronouns to actually reflect the fact that Teddy was a man. Lollll, can you tell how tired I am?
Look at his big hands and nice eyes and stupid hair.
Just... look at it.
What. The. Fuck.
Scorpius is glaring such frigid daggers that he thinks Teddy is going to crumple to the ground dead any moment. Unfortunately, his eyes fail to fly across the room in shining, sharp and pointy form, and Teddy Lupin goes on flirting with Albus as if that’s okay.
As if Albus isn’t taken.
Scorpius downs another drink and weaves his way across the room, past his parents and the Weasley’s and the Minister of Magic who’s name he can never remember. He makes it to the wall, and instead of saying a single one of the insults that he had planned on, Scorpius grabs Al by the hand and gives him a big, wet, sloppy kiss, hardly adroit about it, right there in front of Teddy.
“Goodbye,” he spits rudely to Teddy, who’s eyes are as wide as saucers. “Urm...” he mumbles and then high-tails it out of there as fast as he can.
Scorpius is red in the face as Al wipes his mouth. “What the hell was that?” Al snaps.
Scorpius turns on him, gaping. “Just... don’t.”
Al kind of got the picture after that.
AND
Title: Ker-Plunk
Author: scarysnapey
Summary: Harry Potter promises not to tell...
Warnings: EWE. Severus's death didn't happen. Language.
A/N: THIS IS SO CRAZY. WHAT IS THIS?
The sound of Professor Potter hitting the stone floor shouldn’t be a nice, even ker-plunk. But Harry Potter shouldn’t be a quivering mass of liquid, either, and there really isn’t anything Severus can do about it.
He stares at the puddle on his floor for about an hour before it occurs to him how fucking screwed he is.
Stupid Potter, trouble followed him everywhere. One day it was bound to kick his arse. But that day didn’t have to be today. Because today is a very bad day; everyday is a very bad day. And Severus just... doesn’t want to deal with this.
He fixes it, obviously, because he’s Severus Snape and he always pulls through. But that doesn’t come up with an excuse.
That doesn’t change the fact that he and Harry stared at each other for a full, long minute after Severus revived him.
Harry Potter actually promised never to tell that Severus botched a potion. They blame a syncope for the incident, and Severus resigns himself to the fact that in return, all Harry wants is to take him to dinner next Thursday.
I am still alive, guys!
Exhausted and exasperated, yes, but also alive.
NaNo is slowly suffocating me to death, I need to go do that now, but I cannot wait for November to be over so I can return to the land of fic. I miss... just... everything. Writing for no reason. I almost quit today. I really did. And two things stopped me. And now I will mention them. (Don't worry, if you suffer through my mini rant, you'll get to two drabbles. So let me rattle off my sleep deprived thoughts!)
I went on my gmail at work. And I was feeling pretty crumby. And I had some pointless stuff, but there was one email that was vaysh11 's awesome complimentary friend request thingy. That was awesome so see and just lifted my mood so much. And there was one email that was one of the NaNo Pep Talk thing that they send every couple days. And I read it and I just burst out crying at my desk. Just sobbing. So. In conclusion, I'M SO TIRED, but I'm still working on NaNo. I am going to finish! I hope.
But I miss writing fanfic without it being a hasty, rushed thing. So here are my two ldws entries for this week, and then I will disappear again.
I miss my flist. *sobs*
Now, FINALLY. There is ASS and Snarry ahead!
Title: Back Off
Author: scarysnapey
Summary: Oh, Teddy Lupin has no idea what he's gotten into. Al is taken, and Scorpius is mad.
Warnings: Language
A/N: Oh my gosh, when I wrote this, it was originally going to be a girl, and I almost forgot to change all the Pronouns to actually reflect the fact that Teddy was a man. Lollll, can you tell how tired I am?
Look at his big hands and nice eyes and stupid hair.
Just... look at it.
What. The. Fuck.
Scorpius is glaring such frigid daggers that he thinks Teddy is going to crumple to the ground dead any moment. Unfortunately, his eyes fail to fly across the room in shining, sharp and pointy form, and Teddy Lupin goes on flirting with Albus as if that’s okay.
As if Albus isn’t taken.
Scorpius downs another drink and weaves his way across the room, past his parents and the Weasley’s and the Minister of Magic who’s name he can never remember. He makes it to the wall, and instead of saying a single one of the insults that he had planned on, Scorpius grabs Al by the hand and gives him a big, wet, sloppy kiss, hardly adroit about it, right there in front of Teddy.
“Goodbye,” he spits rudely to Teddy, who’s eyes are as wide as saucers. “Urm...” he mumbles and then high-tails it out of there as fast as he can.
Scorpius is red in the face as Al wipes his mouth. “What the hell was that?” Al snaps.
Scorpius turns on him, gaping. “Just... don’t.”
Al kind of got the picture after that.
AND
Title: Ker-Plunk
Author: scarysnapey
Summary: Harry Potter promises not to tell...
Warnings: EWE. Severus's death didn't happen. Language.
A/N: THIS IS SO CRAZY. WHAT IS THIS?
The sound of Professor Potter hitting the stone floor shouldn’t be a nice, even ker-plunk. But Harry Potter shouldn’t be a quivering mass of liquid, either, and there really isn’t anything Severus can do about it.
He stares at the puddle on his floor for about an hour before it occurs to him how fucking screwed he is.
Stupid Potter, trouble followed him everywhere. One day it was bound to kick his arse. But that day didn’t have to be today. Because today is a very bad day; everyday is a very bad day. And Severus just... doesn’t want to deal with this.
He fixes it, obviously, because he’s Severus Snape and he always pulls through. But that doesn’t come up with an excuse.
That doesn’t change the fact that he and Harry stared at each other for a full, long minute after Severus revived him.
Harry Potter actually promised never to tell that Severus botched a potion. They blame a syncope for the incident, and Severus resigns himself to the fact that in return, all Harry wants is to take him to dinner next Thursday.